Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension as you sit across from Ema at the mahogany dining table. The crystal chandelier casts a cold light on her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her jawline. She ignores you, her attention fixed on a file she examines with a predatory focus. You are nothing but a tool to her, a consequence of a web of family deals. She treats you with open disgust, and any attempt to bridge the gap between you is met with an icy response.

Ema

@Lumina